CHAPTER IV POOR BOWSER Follow a crooked trail and you will find a scamp at the end.
Robinson's red plaid shawl, and Deacon Milliken's wig, on crooked, the bare benches and torn hymn-books, the hanging texts and maps, were no longer visible, and she saw blue skies and burning stars, white turbans and gay colors; Mr.
" She stretched out her strong young arms to the crowing baby, sat down in a chair with the child, turned her upside down unceremoniously, took from her waistband and scornfully flung away a crooked pin, walked with her (still in a highly reversed position) to the bureau, selected a large safety pin, and proceeded to attach her brief red flannel petticoat to a sort of shirt that she wore.
Then he stopped ambling along the Crooked Little Path.
" If Jimmy Skunk hadn't ambled down the Crooked Little Path just when he did; if he hadn't been looking for fat beetles; if he hadn't seen that big piece of bark at one side and decided to pull it over; if it hadn't been for all these "ifs," why Old Mr.
XVI JIMMY SKUNK IS SURPRISED Jimmy Skunk ambled along the Crooked Little Path down the hill.
Toad had also said that he would not go three feet from the spot where he was sitting at the time, so Peter should have known better than to have raced up the Crooked Little Path as he did.
"If you'll turn your back to me and look straight down the Crooked Little Path for five minutes, I'll disappear," said he.
He hunted for awhile and finally gave it up and started up the Crooked Little Path with the idea of running over for a call on Johnny Chuck in the Old Orchard.
"I feel just like a good run today," said he, and trotted off along the Crooked Little Path down the hill.
" "You are not passing the comb straight through my hair, Harriet; the line will be crooked.
Late that afternoon he sat on the hill at the top of the Crooked Little Path, and looked down on the Green Meadows.
XIII STRIPED CHIPMUNK FOOLS PETER RABBIT Peter Rabbit sat at the top of the Crooked Little Path where it starts down the hill.
VIII THE FUSS IN THE BIG PINE Peter Rabbit hopped down the Crooked Little Path to the Lone Little Path and down the Lone Little Path to the home of Johnny Chuck.
Very beautiful, very beautiful indeed, were the Green Meadows, and very happy were all the little meadow people—all but Peter Rabbit, who sat at the top of the Crooked Little Path that winds down the hill.
As they hurried along the Crooked Little Path up the hill, they met Reddy Fox.
"It's too long, and crooked besides.
She loved EVERYTHING about it—the garden she had tended, and which so many women had tended before her—the gleam and sparkle of the little brook that crept so roguishly across the corner—the gate between the creaking fir trees—the old red sandstone step—the stately Lombardies—the two tiny quaint glass cupboards over the chimney-piece in the living-room—the crooked pantry door in the kitchen—the two funny dormer windows upstairs—the little jog in the staircase—why, these things were a part of her
He surveyed the carved front and low-browed lattices, the straggling gooseberry-bushes and crooked firs, with solemn intentness, and then shook his head: his private feelings entirely disapproved of the exterior of his new abode.
And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it!
